Hisoka jumped out in advance, but the shockwave's residual power still sent him flying over ten meters away!
He slammed heavily into the ground, rolling several times before stopping. His clothes were torn, and his face and body were covered in abrasions.
But in those golden pupils, a crazy excitement burned, the kind that follows surviving a disaster.
The explosion lasted for more than ten seconds.
As the golden light dissipated and the dust slowly rose, the original five-story unfinished building had completely disappeared.
Only a giant crater with a diameter of over sixty meters remained, with twisted steel bars and concrete fragments scattered at the bottom.
Several piles of rubble were suddenly pushed aside.
Chrollo stood up from the rubble, his black suit in tatters, his face and hands covered in blood.
But his eyes remained terrifyingly calm, swiftly scanning the surroundings.
Nobunaga also crawled out from the other side, cursing, his right arm sporting a deep wound that exposed bone.
Machi clutched her shoulder, blood seeping through her fingers, yet her gaze remained sharp.
Caesar staggered to his feet, half his body stained red with blood, gasping for air.
And the location where Pakunoda had been—
Only a patch of charred fragments and scraps of clothing remained.
The dust gradually cleared.
At the edge of the giant crater, four figures clearly appeared.
Leo stood at the very front, his fists slightly reddened, but his eyes were cold as knives.
Biscuit was behind her petite frame emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.
Sophia and Shizuku stood on either side, Nen flowing around them, ready to strike at any moment.
Under the moonlight, this scene was like the final standoff between Hunter and prey.
Leo's gaze swept over the five survivors and landed on Hisoka.
"Hisoka."
His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in the silent ruins.
"According to the agreement, Chrollo is yours."
Hisoka stuck out his scarlet tongue, slowly licking the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The blood was salty, with a metallic taste, yet it made every cell in his body tremble with excitement.
He stood up, his golden pupils locked onto Chrollo, burning with an almost insane desire to fight.
Chrollo's gaze passed over Hisoka and landed on Leo.
Those bottomless black eyes instantly grasped everything.
Uvogin, Franklin, Shanark, Kortopi, the yet-to-appear Feitan and Phinks, and the just-deceased Pakunoda.
It was all this man; everything was orchestrated by him. He regretted chasing Sliva that day instead of staying behind to deal with Leo; that was his only mistake...
Hisoka walked not far from Chrollo and said.
"Don't worry, I know the rules of the Phantom Troupe; I cannot attack a comrade, but..."
As he spoke, he took off his jacket, revealing his toned upper body and the vicious spider tattoo on his back.
He grabbed the spider tattoo with his fingers and tore it off.
Hisoka used Texture Surprise to conjure a towel into the shape of a spider tattoo.
"This way, you can fight me to your heart's content, right?"
Hisoka casually threw the towel onto the ground.
Chrollo glanced at Leo and the others, then turned back to look at Hisoka, the corners of his mouth slowly curling into a cold smile as he said.
"I didn't expect that one day I would misjudge someone, that the Phantom Troupe would actually fall at your hands, but... I'll take your life."
Cold killing intent permeated the air like a physical substance.
Chrollo understood that if he didn't deal with Hisoka first, he wouldn't be able to spare any effort to help Machi and the others.
He raised his hand, gracefully taking off his damaged fur-collared coat, and a book with a blood-red palm print on the cover materialized in his palm—Bandits Secret!
A flash of light erupted in Hisoka's eyes!
"Come on! I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time!"
His Nen erupted violently, coiling and rising like viscous flames!
Between the two, invisible waves of Qi collided intensely, and the gravel at their feet rolled and rattled!
"Hisoka!!!"
Nobunaga's roar tore through the silence of the night.
His violent Nen exploded, and the gravel around him was blown away by the shockwave!
He drew his sword and charged madly toward Hisoka!
"You traitor!!!"
But he only took three steps.
A figure appeared in front of him as if teleporting.
Leo.
His right fist pulled back, muscles tensed, Nen condensed to the extreme at his knuckles—and then, he launched it!
The moment Leo struck, Biscuit and the others also launched an attack, surrounding Machi and Caesar.
Nobunaga's pupils shrank, and in his haste, he could only block by holding his sword horizontally in front of him!
Clang—!!!
A harsh clash of metal!
The newly replaced long sword was like fragile glass under Leo's fist, instantly snapping in two!
The momentum of the punch didn't diminish, slamming heavily into Nobunaga's chest! Crack!
A clear sound of bones breaking! Nobunaga was sent flying backward like a broken sack, smashing heavily into the ruins!
Leo did not give him any chance to catch his breath.
He stepped forward and charged, and the moment Nobunaga landed, his right hand gripped his head like an iron clamp, and then—
Slammed it fiercely into the ground!
Bang!!!
The ground shook violently! Nobunaga's head was smashed into the rubble, blood splattering everywhere!
Leo did not stop.
He grabbed Nobunaga's head, once, again, and again, smashing it frantically against the ground!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dull thuds were like the drumbeats of the Grim Reaper, each sound accompanied by the collision of skull and ground, the crisp sound of shattering bones, and the splashing of blood!
The rubble was smashed into powder!
A shallow pit was smashed into the ground!
Nobunaga's face was already unrecognizable, his skull caved in, and brain matter mixed with blood flowed all over the ground!
Ten seconds.
Merely ten seconds.
Leo let go.
Nobunaga's corpse lay limply on the ground, his limbs twitched twice, and then he stopped moving.
A warm sensation came from the tattoo on the back of his hand.
[Life Energy +38%]
[Rank: Level 53 (8%) → (46%)]
Meanwhile, on the other side, the battle had fully unfolded.
Biscuit moved!
Her petite figure turned into a pink stream of light, pouncing straight at Machi! A simple straight punch, yet it carried the immense power to split mountains and shatter rocks!
Machi's pupils contracted, and her Nen threads instantly wove into a net in front of her—
Bang!
The Nen threads snapped! The fist slammed solidly into her crossed arms!
Machi groaned, sliding back several meters, her arms numb, her bones groaning!
Before she could steady herself, Sophia had already killed her way in from the side! Her fist, carrying a whistling wind, aimed straight for her ribs!
Machi barely dodged to the side, avoiding the vital spot, but her shoulder was still grazed, and a sharp pain flared!
Shizuku engaged Caesar.
The ability of this new member with yellow hair was unknown, but he was extremely fast.
He moved around Shizuku like a ghost, Nen gathering in his hands, looking for an opening.
Shizuku just stood calmly in place, holding her vacuum cleaner in both hands, her eyes watching his every move through her glasses.
Caesar suddenly accelerated, breaking in from the right, his hands joined like knives, stabbing straight at Shizuku's throat!
Just as his fingertips were about to touch, Shizuku moved.
The vacuum cleaner swept across, carrying a dull sound of wind, smashing straight at Caesar's face!
Caesar was shocked, and in his haste, he could only change from offense to defense, crossing his arms—
Clang!!!
Immense force came through!
Caesar was knocked back two steps, his arms in extreme pain, the web of his thumbs split!
Shizuku did not pursue, just adjusted her glasses, looking at him calmly.
Caesar gritted his teeth and charged forward again—
Then he heard the sound of wind behind him.
Sophia, who knows when, had abandoned Machi and arrived from the rear!
She punched Caesar in the back, sending him stumbling, lunging toward Shizuku!
Shizuku raised her vacuum cleaner with both hands, like swinging a bat—
Bang!!!
It smashed solidly onto the top of Caesar's head!
Caesar saw stars, blood flowing from his forehead, but he hadn't fallen yet!
Every member of the Phantom Troupe had tenacious vitality!